Page:Gibbs--The yellow dove.djvu/260

From Wikisource
Jump to navigation Jump to search
This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.

THE YELLOW DOVE



“Good-by, old friend. Whatever happens I will not forget. God bless you.”

There was a bright, keen look in the small gray eyes upturned to his.

That was all Hammersley could see of the swathed head, but it gave him a new idea of self-sacrifice.